The cupcake rose beautifully—dark chocolate batter with a raspberry-red swirl. But as it cooled, the swirl pulsed. Leo told himself it was the kitchen light playing tricks. He frosted it with buttercream, topped it with a tiny marzipan cherry, and placed it in the display case.
But people started vanishing. A stockbroker. A crossing guard. The vegan baker next door—though no one missed her. cannibal cupcake
He crept downstairs to find the case empty. Every other cupcake remained untouched. Only the special one was gone. In its place sat a single human tooth, still warm. The cupcake rose beautifully—dark chocolate batter with a